Pengpeng didn't know what Wu Ziyun's invitation meant, but Xu Yuhan had already agreed on her behalf, "Pengpeng, thank you, Teacher Wu."
"Thank you, Teacher Wu." Pengpeng said obediently. In fact, she didn't know why she wanted to say thank you. Isn't it Central America? Teacher Xu and her father had already taken her there last time.
Moreover, she felt that Central Academy of Fine Arts was not good-looking at all. The place was so small and not as good-looking as Jiangyang University, where her father studied.
If Wu Ziyun could hear Pengpeng's inner voice, he would probably sweat a lot.
Pengpeng was right. If we talk about the scenery, CAFA really doesn't have much to see. After all, the school only covers such a large area.
A total of less than 500 acres of land is divided among four campuses. The smallest Houying campus is less than 20 acres. Some school playgrounds are larger than this campus.
Of course, the Jingyuan campus that Pengpeng went to visit is the largest campus, covering an area of more than two hundred acres, but even so, Jiangyang University has nearly ten Jingyuan campuses.
Wu Ziyun's casual invitation made Zhang Zhong think a little. While Pengpeng was laying the foundation, it would definitely be helpful to her if she could really get in touch with more outstanding people in the art world.
Zhang Zhong couldn't usually help with the matter of learning to paint, Xu Yuhan had to worry about it, but as a father, he was not useless at all, at least he could provide some help with connections.
Thinking about this, Zhang Zhong found it interesting that among the six people in the box, apart from himself, the other five, including Peng Peng, were all engaged in art.
While chatting, the food was served, and Zhang Zhong, as the host, greeted the guests to eat.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Zhong also learned that He Ruchu had indeed brought two students here to sketch. Zhang Zhong was a little surprised that He Ruchu had chosen the Dongba Grassland to sketch.
Dongba Grassland is not far from the island in the middle of the lake. It is said to be a grassland, but it is actually a large lawn on the shore of the lake. There are no flowers on it, and the greening is average. The first word that comes to mind is open.
But when it comes to openness, there are many open places across the country, and Dongba Grassland definitely does not rank high.
And almost no one goes there to play now. [Biquge www.biqusa.vip] When Zhang Zhong drove past, he glanced at it and felt it was very desolate.
But since He Ruchu chose that place, he had his reasons, so Zhang Zhong didn't ask any more questions.
As for Fang Keyin, the purpose of coming here is very simple, and the purpose has been achieved. He just wants to follow He Ruchu and ask Zhang Zhong whether Zhang Zhong wrote the poem. If possible, let Zhang Zhong write the poem in Liu.
White place.
As for Wu Ziyun, he said he was coming to meet someone, but he didn't specify who he wanted to meet, and Zhang Zhong couldn't ask in detail. After all, the person's privacy might be involved.
Among the people at the table, only Fang Keyin liked wine. Zhang Zhong originally wanted to have a drink with him, but Fang Keyin refused.
"There is no wine in your eyes, and drinking with you is pointless."
Fang Keyin said it very directly, but it was so mysterious that it made people confused.
After a meal, He Ruchu and the others returned to the hotel, and Zhang Zhong also took Xu Yuhan and Peng Peng back home.
On the way, Xu Yuhan said, "How about we go to CAFA sometime?"
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "Why, do you miss your alma mater?"
"What? I want to take Pengpeng there. Didn't Dean Wu just say that he can take us around?"
"People may have just said that if you really want to go to Central America to play, I think it's better to find Mr. He. After all, we are familiar with each other," Zhang Zhong said.
"How can it be the same? Although they are all teachers in the school, Mr. He is from the Chinese Painting Academy after all, and he certainly doesn't have much communication with the Oil Painting Academy. You don't know, the Chinese painting and oil painting in our school are not so harmonious with each other. Don't say it is.
The two institutes, including several studios in our Oil Painting Institute, all have their own conflicts. And Dean Wu is so powerful, if we can have the opportunity to get close to him, it will be of immeasurable benefit to Pengpeng."
"Dean Wu looks quite young, and he has already become the deputy dean. He is indeed very powerful."
"He is almost fifty, but considering his achievements, he is indeed quite young. Some people say that the older he gets, his level will decline."
Zhang Zhong said strangely, "That's not possible. How could it be possible that the older you get, the lower your level is."
"Because he is a hyper-realist artist, his paintings require very high technical skills and test the artist's vision, energy and physical strength."
Zhang Zhong still feels that there is something wrong with this statement, "That cannot be said. As long as the living habits are maintained well, I think the hands of old artists will not shake even if they are older. Most of the time, experience can replace other things."
"I hope so. He is now the most valuable painter in China."
"Really?" Zhang Zhong said in surprise, "Why are you taller than Ruchu and others?"
"Well, it may be that oil painting itself has advantages, so the transaction price of Dean Wu's paintings is higher than that of Teacher He and others - a lot."
How high is it?
Zhang Zhong remembered that He Ruchu's most expensive painting, "Lone Pine Standing High", sold for more than 40 million. Xu Yuhan said that Wu Ziyun's paintings sold for much higher prices than He Ruchu's paintings. That should be a very impressive figure.
He lamented, "Gee, the rate at which artists at the top of the pyramid make money is really enviable."
"Why are you jealous? It may take longer for someone to paint a painting than it does for you to write a book, and they don't earn as much as you do. Besides, every time they paint another painting, no matter how good it is,
, will reduce the value of a single work, but you are different. The more books you have, the more money you will make."
Zhang Chong smiled and said, "I am jealous of others."
Indeed, he has nothing to be jealous of. Although He Ruchu and the others can sell tens of millions per painting, he can also earn hundreds of millions per book.
Xu Yuhan found the painting that Wu Ziyun had sold at a high price on her phone and showed it to Pengpeng, "Look, this is the painting by Uncle Wu just now. Does it look good?"
Pengpeng looked at the phone, scratched his head and said, "Wow, is this a painting? I thought it was a photo!"
"Isn't it great?"
"Awesome, but Teacher Xu, why don't you just shoot it with a camera instead of drawing it? I think the photos look pretty good."
Zhang Zhong took over and said, "Because the camera can only take pictures of things that already exist, but painting is different. It can show you what the artist has in mind in the most realistic way. For example, the sister in the painting,
You think it looks like a picture of her, but in fact there is no such person in the world. She may just be a person that Uncle Wu once dreamed of."
Xu Yuhan raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I didn't expect you to understand surrealism so well."